"Alright, how's this shit." Dave pulled his collection of stolen, alchemized and just random movies he'd had since the game started, stacking them up beside Gamzee's pile and deciding that they could just trade based on rum times. By the end of it, they'd traded about a third of their respective movie collections, and one of Gamzee's discs was slotted into the side of the TV that by all rights should have been bolted to a wall. He figured he might do that later, if he thought about it. "Cool, white noise that isn't just people yelling or can noises. Could get used to that."